Heimarian Odyssey

Facing the fat man Meilin who can talk eloquently between Newborn and Locke, when he saw Jasmine, a female magician with a low face value, she said the first sentence completely, and then talked tremblingly.

This is a sullen fat man, and Locke guessed that he would rarely have contact with the opposite sex.

Before Jasmine's expression became impatient, Locke pushed away the fat man Merlin, introduced herself to her, and explained that she was entrusted by the gray robe official magician.

"Are you a knight?" The female magician's eyes widened. Since entering the holy tower four years ago, she has rarely seen the profession of knights, except for the occasional knights in the knight palace.

"Yes." It was estimated that he was a knight who learned to fight in the entire Santa College.

"Is it introduced by Master Hermes, I'll check." The magic ball that Santa has equipped each student is much more advanced than that of the Imperial Royal Academy. Locke took Angelina and Danny yesterday I found it when I checked in.

This magic ball can be connected to Santa data in real time, and can also communicate with companions who exchange mental powers through the magic ball.

Slender fingers crossed the magic ball, and the magician Jasmine found this message.

"Rock, isn't it?" the female magician asked.

"Not bad." Locke nodded.

"Well, from today on, you will work with us." The magician Jasmine reached out to Locke, unlike the lonely character of those magicians that Locke had contacted before, this magician named Jasmine gave Locke's first impression is good.

"Harris! Come out to see your new companion!" female magician Jasmine screamed in the pile of containers behind her with a loud voice.

"Eh, here!" From afar, a promise came.

"Then I'll go first." Locke and Jasmine talked so eloquently that Merlin felt that he was a lot more, and his tutor's experiment was about to begin in the afternoon. He needed to go to the laboratory to prepare in advance.

"Go." Locke knew he had to be busy with experiments. He got along for a long time and let Locke learn about this fat man Merlin. Speaking of the hard work of studying, it was not much worse than Angelina. As long as he can persist, this fat man will be It must become a big weapon, this is Locke's idea.

The No. 43 operation area has more people like Locke since today. They have only three people in total, but they are responsible for more than 400 slave creatures. Jasmine is the team leader. He and another magic apprentice named Harris Is a team member.

"Your task today is to register the biological information in the library, check the number, record the data on it, and give it to me!" The female magician Jasmine handed Locke a thick account book.

Locke does not cultivate spiritual power, let alone use magic crystal balls, so the most primitive method is needed.

"Ah... Can you change the task?" Locke looked at this amazingly thick account book, and the quill that Jasmine had just handed to him broke off with a cramp in his fingers.

Jasmine akimbo and looked at Locke in front of him silently.

"Then what can you do? Can you do the task of confining the soul of slave creatures? Have you studied magic?" A series of questions from Jasmine blocked what Locke wanted to say next.

"This simple registration task is what ordinary people do too?" Jasmine has never had a good temper for the group members who did not listen to the order.

"Then let Harris do it, he must do it faster than me." Locke really doesn't want to do this type of clerical job, he would rather face Warcraft.

Harris, another of their team members, has mid-level apprenticeship strength.

"Harris also has to control the rack and take out the slave creature with the soul imprint on it. He is much busier than you!" Jasmine didn't have a good air.

Just above their heads, a brace made of steel bars, like an arm, flexibly lifted and put down a pile of cages. Numerous slave creatures were transported into or out of the operation area through the rack.

This is the power of magic. The energy in the energy spar is converted into mechanical energy through the magical alchemy and magic of the magicians.

Unfortunately, the control of the rack must be done by a spiritual magician, and Locke has more than enough power.

"You said you want to stamp the slave creature's imprisoned soul? I might be able to help you!" Locke thought for a long time, and finally thought of his own strengths.

"Well?" Jasmine glanced at Locke confusedly. "How can I help?"...

"Bang!" The green-skinned black-claw humanoid with a two-meter physique crashed to the ground.

Locke patted the dust on his hand and gestured to Jasmine next to him, "It's your turn."

Jasmine reacted quickly, ran forward, holding a crystal ball in both hands, chanting some kind of magic with closed eyes, a silver smoke drifted out from above the crystal ball, and gathered into a cuneiform text, drilling into this green skin class Human creatures frown.

After the silver font dissipated, Jasmine opened her eyes.

"Your strength is stronger than I thought." With one hand on her chin, Jasmine made two or three circles around Locke, and poked Locke's solid chest muscles with her fingers.

"Don't you say it all, these slaves have been branded with a mental force, and there is no threat." Locke laughed.

"Not the same." Jasmine shook her head. "The magicians on the West Coast won't give you any imprisonment marks, so we need to add another layer to our Santa."

The slave creatures in charge of their operation area on the 43rd, most of the strength is between the mid-level servants and the high-level servants. Too low-level ones do not need to be imprinted with souls, which is a waste of resources, and the higher-level imprisonment is not theirs. Group apprentices can do it.

"How much?" Locke skipped this topic. He didn't know much about the West Coast and the East Coast. He just knew that one had a bad relationship with them and the other had a normal relationship.

"Thanks to you, there are 47 today." Jasmine gave an accurate number. "I thought I was going to be busy till night today."

Those slave creatures will not be obediently slaughtered. Although Jasmine is a high-level apprentice, it is also very difficult to deal with. If she encounters a ruthless character that causes her to be mentally bitter, she will have to rest for several days.

After Locke knocked out the slave creature, Jasmine started to imprison the soul, so that her work would be much easier.

"Come on, fight for them by the evening!" Locke waved his fists.

Most of Warcraft and alien creatures have thick skin and thick flesh. Even if they are restricted by the magicians on the West Coast, Locke has to be careful. This is all intermediate or advanced Warcraft. He does not want to overturn the ship in the gutter.